the fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty
to make the fabrics Verse Six: [Ol Dirty Bastard] Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty
your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Are you, are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai The Ol' Dirty Bastard Vundabah Ol' Dirty
to run ('Cause I be runnin' this) Ain't nowhere to hide (Come on) Ain't nowhere to go ('Cause I be runnin' this) Reap the seeds you sow (Come on) Ain't nowhere to run
than Shawn Kemp Keepin' powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut Ol' Dirty Bastard live and uncut Shame on a nigga who tried to run
whoop your ass in your own hood you so hard why didnt u put out that song about Suge trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga get swiss cheesed up, ol
gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] But
we drink, my friend? Don't be scared, don't be scared, baby Can't you see I'm thirsty? And I'm back, and I'm back, again [Ol' Dirty Bastard] What, first
properly [Coolio] Fuck your friends, stack your ends The next time somebody tryin to run game, then pretend that they runnin game then, run game back
't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide.. Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul.. Aaargggh, yargh, yargh, yargh.. Ain't nowhere to run, Ain
t even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty Bastard You think you Catholic
[Ol Dirty Bastard] What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven
, dart hit your garment Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage [Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard
't even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty Bastard You think you Catholic
'all feeling this out there) Who's the man (you better recognize) Verse One: Ed Lover POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid Not Michael Jackson or the Ol' Dirty Bastard
the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music
, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music